Yeah, I don’t remember I even have this that often. Anyhow, about a month ago, a new game store opens up almost directly across the street. Wonderful thing. Even the really horribly bad D&D 5 game I got involved in was fun, mostly (it was a horribly bad D&D game after all, nothing but miniatures fights and no roleplaying and what miniscule amount there was was between the DM’s best friend and the DMPC (basically a setting god in disguise).
Then a new employee came on board… well, more like just showed up one day, sat there open to close for a couple of weeks, and somehow finagled a paycheck… Okay, at first that was just a bit strange, nothing major. I’m scheduled to run GURPS on saturdays, this kid wants to join, having played before (no clue how well, but he feels that the DM for the D&D game is a fantastic DM, so… My hopes weren’t that high). This was great news to me, one less player to teach how to play.
We had a character creation session, he built a character that was designed to cause the party problems. An anti-social con artist to run at a medieval style tournament in the GURPS Classic Fantasy: Harkwood adventure. This was the second character he tried to build, the first being a senile combat mage, specifically designed to not remember what spell he was casting (yeah… real original, people really need to stop building bleeping Fizban, he’s almost as bad as Drizz’t.)
Anyhow, the combination of that and the lack of being able to build any high powered kitchen sink character – because if it’s in the book it should be allowed, right? – I show up to the first play session, and had to cancel, they were painting the store. Nothing I could do about that, the store is less than a month old, and while I’d have had all of that taken care of before opening, it’s understandable. I show up the next day and get informed that I’ve been replaced running GURPS. Because this same idiot kid has convinced the owner that he, at less than two full decades of life, has more experience with GURPS than someone who has been running it at least once a month, and frequently weekly, since 1988.
I’m not bitter… really.
Anyhow, I guess I’ll just shop there a bit, maybe run a board game or two there… and then, probably, just let the store die the normally scheduled death it would have in this area. Which, given the last 30 years history, suggests six to ten months.